Chapter 23: Have You Been Waiting?

KEIRA’s POV

Frat parties were always wild but I was not complaining. They were iconic, and probably the most stereotypical college party ever. Large barrels of alcohol were lined up on one part of the wall, and smoothies for students who could not handle alcohol were lined up on the other as music blasted through the speakers.

And me? I was on my second glass of beer that evening. I was initially aiming for five but Brendon watched me like a hawk. He said something about not going past my limits. Like he knew what my limits were. Such a killjoy.

His eyes stayed on me as he weaved his way through the crowd of drunk, horny students.

"Did you drive here?" he yelled in my ears because of the loud music. "You can't drive home after drinking."

"I am more responsible than you think, smarty pants."

"I am more surprised you agreed to come."

I frowned slightly as his words sank in. "You asked me to."

"I know," Brendon said. "I just thought you had better stuff to do. You have been very bus